The world around us quakes and splits apart like a great hellish creature opening it's inescapable maw.
Hellfire mingles with holy light, blood mixes with ice, laughter dances through the air as if being chased by the howls of boundless madness.
Chaos rips apart our fragile reality, but can it truly be the end if there is is still blue skies to look up and green grass to walk upon?
From the savage maw strange items fling out and scatter across the fractured plain before you. They look broken..whatever they are
The rifts within our reality are too dangerous to approach and inspect the items. But as with everything in these unstable times the dust will settle and then we may know more.